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Grayson sighed, looking up from where he was perusing his grimoire aimlessly. "Alright, I'll bite. Hi, Jarael. I'm so happy to see you. Now what do you want? You never visit unless you want something."

"Alright. Just take it, then. On the house. Just don't make it a habit." Grayson handed over the bag with the still-hot bagel and the styrofoam cup of coffee dismissively, cringing at how angry Will would be when he found out he'd given food out for free. He hurriedly typed in the amount and resolved to pay it later, resigned to it coming from his own pocket. He glanced up when the man hadn't left yet. "Seriously, don't worry about it. Have a nice day." He said, trying a tentative smile and hoping it made up slightly for his earlier shitty behavior.

“Is that why everybody’s being so nice and welcoming?” Grayson huffed a laugh from around his cigarette, leveling a pointed glare at the bouncer staring back at him intently from across the street with crossed arms. He swore he was going to be bruised for weeks where the behemoth had shoved him back out onto the street. He gave the other man a wary look as he hunched further into his fraying jacket, trying in vain to avoid the wind that whipped through the alley at that moment.

“What, are you feeling particularly anti-witch at the moment or did they just send you to whack me or something? Because I wasn’t going to, like, try and sneak into your exclusive werewolf only bar, I swear. I learned my lesson. Scout’s honor.” He lifted the two fingers holding his cigarette aloft in a lazy salute.

“Owners old school,” the alpha explained as he leaned against the alley wall, taking in the witch. If forced to admit it, Damon thought the whole ordeal was a little unnecessary. Sure, the witch had ignored house rules and tried to gain entry to the bar, but it wasn’t as if he posed some kind of great threat. Besides, sometimes you just needed a beer. 

He cracked a rare smile once the witch joked about getting ‘whacked’. “I’m off duty,” he teased back.” Not that he would have been that much of an asshole to kick the witch out. Most times he just escorted unwelcome patrons out the front door with a polite nod. Unless they were vampires. They could get fucked.

"Alright. This is nice. Just a witch and a werewolf out for a walk.. On a c-cold night. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary happening here." Grayson muttered under his breath with his hands wedged firmly under each armpit, teeth starting to chatter as the temperature seemed to drop with the wind picking up.

“What can I say, guess I just like to live dangerously.” Grayson smirked at the other, not phased in the least by the other’s hurt expression. He was definitely going to remember the feeling of the man’s tongue piercing, even with the briefness of the kiss. “That’s not what I would say about your face.” He said, blowing out smoke and shivering slightly in the cold air of the night. He grinned wickedly at the other man’s words about his organs, the drug making him feel relaxed enough to be more bold than was probably healthy.

“I know where I’d like your organs inside of. Wait. That didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.” He groaned, dropping his head into a palm in embarrassment. “Just ignore that whole part, it came out way more serial killer-y than I was going for.” His embarrassed smile slowly slipped off his face as he considered the other man’s words.

“I know I look young, but I am actually legal, y'know. Have been for six years, even! Single, able, and totally willing.” He muttered petulantly, knowing he was acting like a brat but suddenly unable to keep the disappointment off his expression. “I get if it’s, like, a moral thing or something, but I can also make my own choices here. I’m not some innocent, unwilling virgin you’re preying on. Haven’t been for a while.”

His grin is wicked, eyes alight with glee “Ain’t that right?” he readily agrees “No other way fer one to live, without a lil danger can ya’ truly say yer alive?” 

How would you know? Sure the lack of bullets and loss of limb should be a dead giveaway but he’d rather be dead. Eh. It may not be something he dabbled in but he could appreciate a good kiss regardless of the source. The fact that it was a one off thing, made it taste almost sweeter. Tinged with the honey of his own smoke, a turn in the night he hadn’t anticipated but…wasn’t about to complain. 

Another flash of teeth “Ya’ sure know how to charm a man an’ all his organs, hoss.” 

In fact the guy was quite natural at it. It was almost refreshing. Of course he hadn’t banked on meeting much of anyone tonight, let alone exchanging words with something that could keep up. Not many could do so. As if Deacon were speaking in tongues or something. A huff. He caught the disappointment and he runs his tongue along his lips, his teeth echoing with the clink of his piercing “Ain’t nothin’ against ya’,” he says softer this time, uncharastically so “I’ve seen some shit hoss, sort o’ left a mark an’ enough o’ a need fer a personal code that it ain’t ‘bout to change.” 

His smile takes on a wicked edge “Ain’t never once thought o’ ya’ as a virgin, sorry if that’s an insult but ain’t no virgin was gonna go an’ take a hit from a stranger let alone swap spit with ‘em.” a wink softens these words “An’ were I couple years younger I would be all over ya’–hell I’d already be in yer lap probably even if I am a bit of a big boy.” maybe he should offer to bring him round the club in a show of apologies “I work at that strip joint in town, ya’ ever in the neighbourhood let me know an’ I’ll get ya in free o’ charge, plenty o’ blokes prettier than me workin’ there.”

"Well, I'm not bored, I can tell you that... but I better not." His grin turned rueful, honestly not expecting to have as much fun as he did and kind of not wanting it to end. "I should get going. But I think I'll take you up on your offer one of these days. Although, I'd have to know your name before I do. Not that I don't trust you or anything-" Grayson teased with a laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners, "-but just to be sure. And you're also welcome to stop by Witches Brew for a coffee and a scone on the house, just to be fair."

He knew there were formalities to follow when introducing yourself to another witch, especially when you weren't sure of the witch's identity, but he'd long since stopped caring and just said fuck it. "I'm Grayson. Just me though, no coven. Although, I like to think I'm a coven of one, all on my own."

Grayson wanted to take his time with Noel, he really did. He wanted to take him apart piece by piece until the other boy was a sobbing mess and begging for his cock. But his impatience began to get the best of him as he pulled away from Noel after one last lingering kiss to situate himself between the vee of Noel’s legs. Bringing those smooth legs up and over his shoulder, he left a trail of bites up the fleshier part of his thighs until he reached his perineum, leaving teasing licks there and going even lower until he reached his prize.

“You’ve got lube, right?” He asked breathlessly, eying Noel’s pink pucker with barely concealed lust, pushing Noel’s thighs back until they were pressing back against his chest to further expose his entrance to his wanton gaze. “Condoms?” He asked belatedly, suddenly remembering that Noel might not want him to go bare. Vampire or not, he’d respect it if it was Noel wanted him to do. “Hold that thought.” He grunted suddenly, leaning in and licking up between his cheeks and over his hole like he was starving. Grayson moaned unendingly as he swiped his tongue over Noel’s entrance repeatedly, laving the area with attention until his hole was nearly dripping with his saliva, Grayson greedily rubbing a finger over his tight entrance with relentless but gentle pressure.

“Damn, you’re tight. So sweet for me. I’m definitely going to need lube for this.” He crooned, eyes dark and pupils blown wide as he glanced up at Noel from between his legs. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” He reassured the other, his smile softening into something sweeter.

Noel had never felt as desired as he did at this moment. Staring up at Grayson as he bit softly at his thigh as he seemed to get closer and closer to his goal, causing Noel to let out a soft whine when he stopped. “H-Huh?” Noel asked almost breathlessly from such the small and simple action. It was easy to see that the young vampire was quite touch starved.

“I’ve got lube,” Noel said with a nod before letting out a gasp as the other pushed his thighs back until they were practically at his chest. The vampire would have blushed with how hard the other was eyeing his ass, but thankfully he had lost that ability. “No need f-for condoms…I want to feel you ba-F-Fuck!” Noel squealed as the other started licking at the little pleasure star between his cheeks until it was practically dripping.

Noel looked up at the other with wide eyes, lust clear as day in the vampire’s gaze as he heard the other promise him that he would go slow and smile softly at him. Getting a soft smile in return as well. “T-Thank you…” Noel said with a smile before he bit his bottom lip and gave the other a shy look. “I’ll try my best not to be too disappointing.” He joked lightly.

"Have you done this to yourself before? Do you just use it to jerk off or do you finger yourself sometimes?" Grayson murmured as he slowly circled the rim of Noel's entrance, pressing in every so often just enough to tease, smiling softly down at Noel in an attempt to distract the other from the pain until he was stretched enough. "...what do you like to think about when you're about to come? Do you imagine somebody fucking you? Filling you up and just taking you hard?" He's up to two fingers now, adding a third in soon after and scissoring them to stretch Noel as quickly as he dared since he doesn't want to hurt the other despite the fact that Noel's a vampire. He probes around for a second before finding that spot that's sure to drive Noel crazy, massaging it mercilessly as he watches Noel's expression for any discomfort.

Satisfied that the other's sufficiently stretched, Grayson hurriedly pulled his fingers out, his enthusiasm evident in the tremble of his hands as he lubed himself up and nudged the head of his cock against Noel's hole, just barely pressing in even as his cock throbbed in anticipation at the thought of being buried in Noel's tight warmth. "You ready, baby? Because once I start, I'm not gonna stop until you're screaming my name." He husked out, leaning forward to bite at Noel's lips, rolling his hips forward to grind his cock into his ass teasingly.

Grayson lifted an eyebrow at the other’s surprised tone. “Well, yeah. I’m not just gonna fuck anybody that opens their door to me. I might be a slut, but I’m not a whore, I’ll have you know.” He clutched a hand over his chest in mock affront, the corner of his lips twitching up into a smile giving him away. Grayson nodded at the advice, taking it in dutifully with a noise of acknowledgement. “Right, right, that’s good. I should remember that. I was gonna try a little sniffling, but it just seemed like it would give me away. I’ll have to try that eye trick. Anyways, thanks for the light.” He said affably, holding alight his candle in salute, stepping back onto the building steps.

“It’s good to have self awareness about these things,” Micah agreed, truly appreciating a bit of theatricality. And maybe a part of him missed being that free, without the constant pang of longing underneath it. Before the city had carved out the rest. He made a few quick judgement calls, glancing behind him to see what he had laying around in terms of things this kid could accidentally get his hands on. It could be much worse. If he read if in the paper that some starving student had frozen to death in an apartment building, he might feel something close to guilt. “Alright, you’ve won. You can crash here. If. I can read your palm, make sure you have no ill intentions. I’m wildly superstitious about these things.” He flashed him a grin with too much teeth. At least physical contact could help him rule out two species that could easily overpower him, if his skin was noticeably too hot or too cold. Micah held out his hand innocently palm up. “Deal?”

His mouth dropped open at the hot, wet feeling of Noel’s mouth on his cock, a stuttered gasp escaping him as his dick went from soft to fully hard again in zero point two seconds flat. He jolted at the swipes of tongue along his shaft, smiling down incredulously at Noel.

“God, how did I get so lucky with you?” He marveled, pulling Noel up to kiss him again. Turning them around, he walked Noel backwards until they reached where Grayson wanted him, giving the other boy a shove to lay him out onto the bed behind him. “Sure would. Because you’re sweet…” He dropped a kiss onto his bare thigh as he slowly crawled up the length of his body with heated, lidded eyes. “…and sexy.” Another kiss, this time above Noel’s belly button, mouthing upwards until he reached a nipple to lave it with attention. “And I take special offense at anybody putting you down like that. Plus, it’s kind of my specialty. And it can be fun sometimes.”

Finally reaching Noel’s lips, he leaned in for another kiss, his hard cock leaving behind a puddle of slick on the side of Noel’s hip as he grinded himself against the other teasingly. “Still want me to wreck you? It might hurt me in the morning, but if you want it, I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna leave you feeling me for an entire week.” He promised darkly, voice pitched seductively low as he moved closer to whisper into Noel’s ears, teeth catching on the lobe teasingly.

Noel smiled as his hearing caught the other man’s reaction to his tongue and mouth. It was nice knowing that he could get the other man going just as well as he got him going…And the other man getting hard again was just the cherry on top. Noel smiled softly as he popped his lips as he pulled off of the other man’s cock as he was pulled up into another kiss. He let out a happy groan at the kiss, barely aware the other was even moving them.

He let out a soft ‘ooph’ when he was pushed onto the soft and lush bed, and blinked up at Grayson. He smiled sheepishly when the other kissed his bare thigh and let out a small whimper as another kiss above his belly button touched his skin. And the other man’s words were definitely helping the vampire with his deflated ego. “I-I’m not that sex-” He was cut off with another kiss, which he was happily okay with.

He let out a happy moan as he felt that cock grinding against his hp. And when the other pulled back and promised him that he would feel it for a weak, the most submissive whimper Noel has ever let out of his mouth slipped out. “Yes…Gods, yes please…I want to feel you freaking own my ass, Grayson,” Noel begged with a whine as he tried to grind their hips and crotches together.

"You've got lube, right?" He asked breathlessly, eying Noel's pink pucker with barely concealed lust, pushing Noel's thighs back until they were pressing back against his chest to further expose his entrance to his wanton gaze. "Condoms?" He asked belatedly, suddenly remembering that Noel might not want him to go bare. Vampire or not, he'd respect it if it was Noel wanted him to do. "Hold that thought." He grunted suddenly, leaning in and licking up between his cheeks and over his hole like he was starving. Grayson moaned unendingly as he swiped his tongue over Noel's entrance repeatedly, laving the area with attention until his hole was nearly dripping with his saliva, Grayson greedily rubbing a finger over his tight entrance with relentless but gentle pressure.

"Damn, you're tight. So sweet for me. I'm definitely going to need lube for this." He crooned, eyes dark and pupils blown wide as he glanced up at Noel from between his legs. "Don't worry, I'll go slow." He reassured the other, his smile softening into something sweeter.

“Hey, you approached me. But I have been told I have one of those faces you can trust.” Grayson nodded solemnly, eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. “The real question is whether you’d still come with me if i asked, though. Then I’d say I’d be doing a pretty good job. If I was an organ harvester. Because I’m not. Scout’s honor.” He said faux-seriously, holding up two fingers in a lazy salute.

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Grayson scoffs, more amused than actually irritated. The other witch was right, this was some pretty ace stuff. “And you can’t be that much older than me to be talking like a grandparent.” He huffed a laugh, leaning back and stretching a bit to further tease the other man as he noticed his eyes skimming over his body, not seeing the harm in basking in the attention for a little while.

“Hmm, that’s good, but I meant a little more… face to face.” He said as he took the blunt again, a mischievous smile on his face as he inhaled deeply before motioning the other man forward, reaching out to cup the man’s cheek and press their lips together, exhaling the smoke into the other man’s mouth in a shotgun kiss.

With a look of mock affront Deacon lays one hand over his heart “Are ya’ sayin’ my face don’t look trustworthy?” of course it wasn’t normally his face that screamed criminal “Maybe I just like to live dangerously,” he counters “I mean is there any other way to live?” 

Course, he pats his stomach after this “Sorry hoss, I like havin’ all my organs on my inside yeah? If ya’ ask real sweetly though, I’ll hook ya’ up with the odd bastard or two I know of in need of disappearin’.” 

Sure he could do the job himself but why not spread the love and help out a fellow degenerate? In the business, that’s what they called networking. Hm. Now that he did take a little offense to. He never got compared to no one’s grandparent be it in manner or otherwise. He preferred experienced.  In some cases, if you squinted, veteran could be slapped on. Deacon hated that. A bitter reminder. 

Not the most bitter pill he’s swallowed but possibly in the top ten. 

In good humour, he leans forward when prompted even if he already has something of an inkling on where this was gonna lead. Cocky. Normally, Deacon liked that in a man. Mostly because that’s who he was as a person and damn he liked a guy who could keep toe with him. Inhaling the smoke as it’s passed into his mouth, letting it linger on his tongue because damn right it’s good stuff even as he pulls back with a self satisfied hum “Real brave o’ ya hoss,” he drawls reclining once more “Yer lucky ya’ ain’t a wolf, my tongue’s pierced with silver an’ that coulda ended piss poorly fer ya.” 

"I know where I'd like your organs inside of. Wait. That didn't come out the way I wanted it to." He groaned, dropping his head into a palm in embarrassment. "Just ignore that whole part, it came out way more serial killer-y than I was going for." His embarrassed smile slowly slipped off his face as he considered the other man's words.

"I know I look young, but I am actually legal, y'know. Have been for six years, even! Single, able, and totally willing." He muttered petulantly, knowing he was acting like a brat but suddenly unable to keep the disappointment off his expression. "I get if it's, like, a moral thing or something, but I can also make my own choices here. I'm not some innocent, unwilling virgin you're preying on. Haven't been for a while."

Grayson’s smile only widened until he chuckled, pulling the lit candle closer as he glanced back up at the other. “Well, damn. You got me. For the record, my power really is out, so the candle’s just for light. And the plan was to get somebody who hasn’t seen an old musical to let me into their apartment so I don’t freeze tonight. And maybe to fuck, if they’re lucky.” He shrugged, eyes glittering with amusement. “Was I any good at least? Am I ready for Broadway, you think?”

Micah’s irritated bafflement started to bleed away when the young man admitted to his act, and flat out outlined his plan for the evening. It was a move that was so on brand for Micah himself that his own ego appreciated it. “If they’re lucky?” He repeated back, eyebrows raised. He admired the confidence, he just wanted to see how far this kid would dig his heels in. Looking young meant nothing; he could be ancient, plenty of money for a nice hotel room for the night, and just looking for a mortal to fuck with. “It was passable, sure. I’d do something with the eyes next time. Tears would be too over the top, but rub them a little, something to make them red rimmed, look like you had just finished crying. Really tugs at the heartstrings.”

“Whoa, Riah, you’re okay. Just breathe for me. Here, you feel that? Match my breathing, alright?” Grayson instinctively reached for Riah’s hand despite his sudden panic making it hard to think, pressing their joined grip against his chest and inhaling deeply to steady Riah’s breathing. His free hand came up to cup the back of Riah’s neck, squeezing slightly to meet his gaze. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. Look at me, alright? Just focus on breathing. Inhale for me… Hold it for a bit. Now, exhale… And again.” He kept his eyes on Riah’s, taking note of the other’s dilated pupils to see if he was calming down.

“Breathe, Riah. You’re safe. You can feel my heartbeat. Feel my breathing. Keep breathing with me, okay? Focus on your breaths. In for four seconds… Hold it for seven… And now out for eight. That’s it.” He whispered, a heavy weight settling in his gut at being the cause of Riah’s distress. “Just a little more, Riah. After this, I promise I won’t bother you again.”

      it  was  getting  really  hot.   and  his  heart  was  racing.   he  knew  he  was  having  an  anxiety  attack,  but  it  felt  like  a  heart  attack.   his  jaw  clenched,  his  throat  clogged,  his  arms  were  tingling.    he  was  panicking.    he  was  trying  to  breathe,  but  it  was  getting  hard,  the  room  was  spinning.    but  then  he  looked  over  at  grayson,  his  eyes  locking  to  his.    his  breathing  was  starting  to  match  grayson’s  as  soon  as  he  felt  his  hand  touch  his  chest.    he  inhaled  and  exhaled.    he  inhaled,  held  his  breath  and  exhaled.    his  vision  was  focused  straight  on  grayson.

"Maybe you should hate me. I- I tried to avoid hurting you and look how well that turned out. I'm not good for you, Riah." He squeezed his eyes shut and looked away, not able to meet Riah's tearful gaze any longer. "You don't love me, Riah. You loved the me you knew 8 years ago. I'm not him anymore." He murmured sadly, regret etched in his expression. "We're not the same people anymore. We can't just... jump back in time like nothing ever happened, like I never hurt you."

“Somehow that does not make me feel any better about you not being an organ harvester, but I’m also the one smoking your blunt so I guess I deserve it.” He shrugged, immediately beginning to feel the effects of the drug relaxing his muscles and making him feel weightless.

“Oh yeah?” He grinned dopily, just relaxed enough to allow his emotions to show on his unguarded expression. “Well… I guess I wouldn’t say no to a face like that.” He says consideringly, eyes lingering on the man’s features with barely concealed desire.

“Huh? Oh! Oh no, it’s just been a while since I smoked. Like… a really long while. I’m just really out of practice.” He laughed sheepishly, one hand coming up to rub at his neck, before seeming to pause and glance up at the other with an inviting smile, his bottom lip caught in his teeth. “You wanna show me how to do it again? I could use some… hands-on instruction.” He motioned with the blunt, holding it out with a hopeful expression.

Honestly? It wasn’t as if he could say he wasn’t. Or had never been. He’d done some scummy stuff in his life, the flesh trade was only a couple steps up from it–sex sells, body parts sell. Lotta supernatural ghoulies like to indulge in man meat in a whole other way than the horizontal tango way. And it sure as shit wasn’t uncommon in Cyanide City. Hm, maybe he should pack something bigger when he’s going out for a stroll at two in the morning. 

“Maybe yer the organ harvester,” he counters “And this is all yer ploy in gettin’ toasty with me in order to lull me into contentment an’ follow ya’ to some chop shop, yeah?” 

Course, it also wouldn’t be the first time he’d been led to some questionable second location by a pretty face. He was easy. Hadn’t been killed yet. His grin turns wolfish as he lets his gaze rake openly up and down the other’s body, he was young–younger than Deacon, by some stretch but ain’t nothing wrong with looking. Nothing at all. 

"I wouldn't go that far." Grayson scoffs, more amused than actually irritated. The other witch was right, this was some pretty ace stuff. "And you can't be that much older than me to be talking like a grandparent." He huffed a laugh, leaning back and stretching a bit to further tease the other man as he noticed his eyes skimming over his body, not seeing the harm in basking in the attention for a little while.

"Hmm, that's good, but I meant a little more... face to face." He said as he took the blunt again, a mischievous smile on his face as he inhaled deeply before motioning the other man forward, reaching out to cup the man's cheek and press their lips together, exhaling the smoke into the other man's mouth in a shotgun kiss.

"C'mon, don't make me beg. I'll owe you one, big time."

“Aww, you think I’m pretty?” Grayson smirked with a bat of his eyelashes, keeping his eyes on the other’s as his candle was lit. “Thanks, I appreciate it. And I suppose I did say I owe you one, so… I guess you can find out if you can actually make me beg. If that’s what you wanted.” He phrased it like a question, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“Well duh. Have you seen yourself?” The escort asked with a snort as he gestured to his body. Sean raised an eyebrow and smirked as he heard the other man’s question. “It’s not often that I top, but I’ll give you a warning...I tend to be quite rough.” The witch said with a grin as he approached the other with a smirk. “Think you can handle it?”

Grayson’s blush only grew darker with Noel’s earnest compliments, reaching his chest and leaving him feeling vulnerable without his shirt. Grayson let out an nervous laugh, suddenly unable to meet Noel’s eyes. “It’s embarrassing how easy I blush.” He groaned in good humor, letting his hands stroke through Noel’s hair affectionately and letting himself enjoy the contact despite his self-consciousness.

“You… don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s probably not very sexy.” He admitted, fidgeting slightly but not stopping Noel as he knelt, his eyes widening just the barest amount and his breath coming faster despite his reservations. He forced himself to unclench his fingers still in Noel’s hair, gently smoothing over where he’d mussed it, instead stroking over the skin at the nape of his neck as his cock valiantly tried to rise for the occasion.

“Then they’re idiots.” He said fiercely, surprising himself with his vehemence. “You’re perfect, Noel.” He said more softly, before realising that was something probably more heartfelt than warranted and more suited for lovers to say than just a hook-up. “I mean… People who only care about appearences, or what’s on the outside… They don’t matter. So don’t worry about what they think.” He said, hastily trying to steer the conversation away from emotions. “Plus, if anybody says shit to you, just tell me and I’ll curse them, free of charge.” He winked, still trying to lighten the mood.

Noel giggled softly when the other said that it was embarrassing how easy he blushed. “N-Nothing about you should be embarrassing, Grayson…You’re perfect.” Noel said with a bright smile as he pecked the other on his lips. “I’m okay with that…I wanna get a t-taste of you.” Noel admitted playfully as he pulled down the other man’s bottoms and underwear. 

Noel couldn’t help but to snort when the other said that he was perfect. “Oh? You’d curse them for little ole me?” Noel asked, lightening the mood as well with a smile on is face. Noel had always thought that magic would be interesting, although he was sure he would mess it up and probably have more things backfire than work. 

Noel moved forward and allowed his plump lips to open to take the man’s wet cock into his mouth. Noel’s tongue made it’s way to slide against the skin of the dick, and Noel let out a content hum around the dick at the taste of the other man’s cum…Not bad at all..Granted, it wasn’t like Noel had a lot of experience. Noel’s tongue got to work cleaning up the other man’s dick, and before long Noel pulled off with a happy smile on his face. “There we go! All c-clean.” Noel said with a smile before playfully kissing the head of the other man’s dick.

"God, how did I get so lucky with you?" He marveled, pulling Noel up to kiss him again. Turning them around, he walked Noel backwards until they reached where Grayson wanted him, giving the other boy a shove to lay him out onto the bed behind him. "Sure would. Because you're sweet..." He dropped a kiss onto his bare thigh as he slowly crawled up the length of his body with heated, lidded eyes. "...and sexy." Another kiss, this time above Noel's belly button, mouthing upwards until he reached a nipple to lave it with attention. "And I take special offense at anybody putting you down like that. Plus, it's kind of my specialty. And it can be fun sometimes."

Finally reaching Noel's lips, he leaned in for another kiss, his hard cock leaving behind a puddle of slick on the side of Noel's hip as he grinded himself against the other teasingly. "Still want me to wreck you? It might hurt me in the morning, but if you want it, I'll be damned if I'm not gonna leave you feeling me for an entire week." He promised darkly, voice pitched seductively low as he moved closer to whisper into Noel's ears, teeth catching on the lobe teasingly.

“Hey, I need a f-favor.” Grayson managed to get out past the chattering of his teeth, shivering as he tried to huddle further into his jacket that’s already worn thin. “Got a light? My landlord turned off the power ‘cause I missed rent this week and it’s getting pretty fucking c-cold in my apartment, pardon my French.” He asked, holding out a candle between clenched hands, a hopeful expression pulling up the corners of his lips.

“C'mon, don’t make me beg. I’ll owe you one, big time.”

Micah narrowed his eyes, incredulous. He hadn’t spoken to any of his neighbors in the three years he had lived there. Living in a walkup inherently meant he didn’t have to interact with others much, which was a blessing. “Are you in a scene study class, or something? You’ve got to be kidding me,” he gestured to the kid with a wave of his hand. With a disbelieving smirk, he pulled a lighter from his back pocket and lit the candle, then leaned against his doorjam lazily. “So what’s the plan, Mimi? You gonna huddle over one candle for warmth all night, or are you gonna start a fire in your apartment?”

Grayson chuckled, arching into the hands roaming over his skin like a contented house cat, bringing his own up to slide under Noel’s shirt and graze over a nipple caressingly. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He sighed as he nuzzled against his neck , thinking of his undoubtedly soon-to-be sore cock, but not at all sounding like he minded.

Pulling away at the sound of a pout in the other boy’s voice, his smirk widened into a grin, thumbing at the protruding bottom lip before shaking his head. “Well, I know how we can fix that.” He said with a waggle of his eyebrows, pulling his shirt up over his head, making sure to flex his muscles in the most provocative way possible with Noel watching.

Throwing it somewhere further into the apartment, he reached for the hem of Noel’s, determined to get the other naked as well. Pulling the other by the front of his jeans, he cupped the back of the vampire’s neck with his other hand to pull him into another kiss, more tender than their last now that the fever of their lust had died down, sated for the moment.

“C'mon, you can show me around the rest of your apartment since I never got the full tour.” He murmured suggestively against Noel’s lips, his fingers playing at the top of his jeans, occasionally dipping further in with just barely there touches to the base of his cock. Their movement suddenly reminded Grayson of a pressing issue however, the barest hint of a blush making its way up from his neck to his face. “Uh, actually, before we continue, I think I’m going to need to borrow your bathroom first. I, uh… may have creamed my jeans like a teenage before, when I was blowing you.” He admitted sheepishly, embarrassment making him duck his head to avoid Noel’s judgement.

Noel smiled when the other said that he was going to be the death of him. “I-I highly doubt that,” Noel giggled as he leaned over to playfully nip at the other man’s bottom lip. When the other began to undress though, Noel allowed his eyes to stay glued on him as he watched before he began undressing himself as well. Noel’s pale skin was revealed inch after inch as he looked at the other, but he couldn’t help but to let out a soft moan as he was tenderly kissed. 

“Y-You look so pretty with a blush,” Noel purred as he kissed te other man’s neck gently before nuzzling it affectionately, practically purring like a content kitten right now. When he heard the other man’s words Noel couldn’t hold by the small smile…Happy that someone had that reaction to him. 

“W-Well…You were nice enough to clean me off. It’s only fair I return the favor, right?” Doe brown eyes blinked up innocently at the other man as he slowly lowered himself to his knees with a shy smile. “Besides…It’s nice knowing that I have that affect on you. Not very many people would find someone like me so attractive.” Noel said with a soft and happy chuckle.

"You... don't have to if you don't want to, it's probably not very sexy." He admitted, fidgeting slightly but not stopping Noel as he knelt, his eyes widening just the barest amount and his breath coming faster despite his reservations. He forced himself to unclench his fingers still in Noel's hair, gently smoothing over where he'd mussed it, instead stroking over the skin at the nape of his neck as his cock valiantly tried to rise for the occasion.

"Then they're idiots." He said fiercely, surprising himself with his vehemence. "You're perfect, Noel." He said more softly, before realising that was something probably more heartfelt than warranted and more suited for lovers to say than just a hook-up. "I mean... People who only care about appearences, or what's on the outside... They don't matter. So don't worry about what they think." He said, hastily trying to steer the conversation away from emotions. "Plus, if anybody says shit to you, just tell me and I'll curse them, free of charge." He winked, still trying to lighten the mood.

"C'mon, don't make me beg. I'll owe you one, big time."